The photobooth smelled faintly of popcorn and soap—some lingering fairground mix—but mika barely noticed. She was pressed against Charlie, their knees tangled in the cramped space, as the countdown for the first photo ticked down.

“Okay… act natural,” Charlie whispered, his voice low enough that no one outside the booth could hear. His hand found hers, fingers lacing together instinctively.

mika rolled her eyes, a grin tugging at her lips. “Natural? In this tiny box with a flashing camera? That’s your idea of natural?”

Charlie smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah… natural chaos. You know, like us.”

The flash popped, and Mika blinked, catching Charlie’s eyes in the moment. She leaned in, forehead resting against his, letting a quiet laugh escape as they watched the little screen show their silly, crinkled expressions.

“Ugh, we look ridiculous,” Mika muttered, though her voice was full of warmth.

“Exactly,” Charlie said, tilting his head so their noses brushed. “Ridiculous together.”